Beyond Bored ~open~

Subastian walked down the streets of Hogsmead with nothing to do. He didn't know why he had come here he only knew that he was bored and didn't want to stay at the castle. He strolled into the Three Broomsticks and ordered a butterbeer though he hated how it tasted. Subastian missed Ireland and wanted so desperately to get back there but he didn't know how he would manage to get there. He wanted to see the green landscape and the beauty of the country to ease his discomfort. So he sat at a empty table toying with the bottle of butterbeer contemplating whether to drink it or to just leave it. He decided to just drink it since he was already had bought it.

Keith pushed open the door to the 3 broomsticks, wondering if there was an age limit on butterbeer. Eventually he decided to screw it and go for one. He grabbed one from the bar, handed the barmaid the few sickles, and looked around for an empty seat.
Of course. There was none.
The place was jam packed. Stupid Hogsmead. He scanned the tables, looking for someone he knew. Eventually he saw somebody he recognized from the common room, and decided to sit there. It was better than sitting next to some weird stranger. So he sat across from the older boy, taking an experimental sip of the butterbeer. It tasted good, warming. After a few sips Keith decided he liked it.

Subastian looked up and saw a younger boy sitting across from him, he recognized him from the Ravenclaw common room. He looked out the window sighing as the rain began to fall, 'Great rain. Ugh i hate rain unless it's Irish rain.' he thought as he took another sip of the butterbeer in front of him. He wrinkled his nose but he knew it was better than nothing, he only wished it was fire whiskey.

"Well I guess you get used to irish rain..." Keith muttered, taking another sip of butterbeer. He had been to Ireland once. It had rained everyday. The weather was horrible there. But they did make good beer. "Personally I don't like any rain. I hate getting wet." He said conversationally, leaning up against the table. Such a hassle. Even though there's probably some spell for getting yourself dry or something, that we haven't bothered to learn yet..." That had always annoyed Keith about Hogwarts. All the useful spells they didn't learn until later. Learning how to blast things out of people's hands is all nice a good, but what about a spell for drying yourself out?

Morgan walked into the Three Broomsticks. It had been a few days since she had been in Hogsmeade but she was hoping to see that boy Subastian that she met a few days ago and shown around. She walked up to the bar and ordered a drink. She loved having the ability to do that now without someone asking if she was old enough. Now she could drink whenever she pleased.

She caught sight of Subastain and someone else that went to Hogwarts and made her way with her firewhiskey in hand over to them sitting down on Subastian's lap. "Hello love." she said smiling as she took a sip from the drink sitting it down on the table. She looked at the other boy. "A little too young to be in Hogsmeade aren't you?" she asked, "What you must be a first year right?"

Keith largely ignored the girl, his eyes mainly focused on the firewhiskey she was holding. If he could get his hands on some of that, he knew kids who would pay Galleons....but that line of thought came to an end when she asked him how old he was. "No," He said dryly, "I'm actually 7th year. I'm just really, really small." He rolled his eyes and leaned back in his chair. Actually he had gotten here through one of the myriad secret passages leading out of Hogwarts, but she didn't need to know that.

Subastian looked at the boy and said, "What classes are you taking?" He waited on the boy to respond as he took another sip at his butterbeer. He laid his hand on Morgan's knee like he did it all the time. He didn't know if the boy really was a seventh year because if he was he never seen him in any of the seventh year classes.

"Apparently you've never hit puberty either." she said laughing a little. It was after all her nature to do things like that. She tended to normally make fun of non slytherins when she was in school. She took another sip of her drink. "Would you like some Subastian?" she asked holding her drink towards him.

"Play nice Morgan." he said to her as he took the drink and took a sip. "Thanks I still can't stand butterbeer i like irish whiskey and irish drinks better. But i do like fire whiskey." He put one arm around her waist softly pulling her close to him.

Keith laughed along with Morgan, waving a hand dismissively. Finally someone who wasn't afraid to make fun of someone else. Keith felt smothered at Hogwarts whenever anyone refused to tease him. Where was the fun? What kept you on your toes. "He grinned slightly, taking another sip of butterbeer. "So what exactly do you do?" He asked Morgan. "And where did you two meet?"